my heart heart at the thoughts of what awaits you; but, if you leave us. If you you have an opportunity to get away from the Indians, don't try to. Don't forget, forget, little daughter, the prayers that I have learned you say them often;. May May bless you my child, and make you comfortable and happy. During this this the Indians stripped the shoes and stockings from the little boy that. An Indian Indian the little boy and myself by the hand, to lead us off. The Indian Indian us some distance into the bushes, or woods, and there lay down. The recollection recollection parting with my tender mother kept me awake, while the tears constantly. A number number times in the night the little boy begged of me earnestly to. Early the the morning the Indians and Frenchmen that we had left the night before.